Her sight had finally come back to her. Seeing had made her believe once more. Her orbs had opened wide, taking in the sun which sat around her as she watched the ships leave port. She had been given her first mission. Her first task was to kill a captain. But she had sat and watched him. She had observed him from afar. He seemed like a decent man.

She had questioned the task which had been asked of her. Her queries had been shot down. She was not there to question what was happening. The Kindly Man had told her that. And so she had waited to make her move. She had waited in the shadows, deciding which way would be the best to kill him.

But she never gave up looking for Gwen. She could have sworn that she had heard her voice. She had heard her true name spoken. Arya had called herself many things during her journey. She had been Salty and Beth. But never had she been who she once was. She thought that time of her life had ended. She didn't think she had any family left. Bran and Rickon had been missing. She had heard Robb and her mother had died. She did not know of Jon. Sansa had last been thought to have been a captive in Kings Landing.

Arya didn't think she had anyone. She knew that she didn't.

That was why she felt her heart flutter whenever she thought she heard Gwen's voice in her mind. She wished she hadn't been blind. She wished she could have followed the sound. But what good would have come from it? Arya had changed. She was no longer a naive little girl. She was not the Lady she was supposed to be. She was to be a killer. An assassin.

Her thoughts continued to cloud her mind as she remained stood to the side of the port, lounging against a brick wall with her arms folded. No one would notice her. Her eyes remained firmly on the task at hand before she had a whinging voice. She never dreamt of hearing that voice in her mind. It had grated on her so often at Winterfell. Her sister always had managed to get on her nerves.

"We've been walking for hours," she complained. "There's no sign of her. We should try deeper into the city."

"We need to check everywhere," the blonde responded. Arya's heart raced as she saw the familiar dirty blonde curls. She willed for the woman to turn around so that Arya could be sure. She needed to be certain before she moved. She pushed her hands into balls before she saw her look over her shoulder.

Her eyes were blue and wide, her face pale yet her cheeks red due to the heat. She wore a fine pink silk dress and her arm was held in a sling. Arya was sure it was her.

"Gwen," she whispered her name before removing herself from the shadows. She walked forwards, her feet not taking her through the crowd fast enough as the maid began to walk forwards again. Arya kept up with her, running through the people before she reached the heel of the woman. She froze for a moment. If she let Gwen know that it was her then everything would change. She could go back home. She could go back with Gwen and Sansa.

But did Arya want that? After everything she had been through, did she truly want to go home? The place had caused her so much misery. Deep down she knew that was where she belonged.

"Gwen!" Arya called out, her hand instantly attaching the woman's pink dress.

Gwen startled for a moment as she heard her name and felt a tug on her dress. She turned around and looked down, a thousand feelings of emotions passing through her as she saw the young girl stood before her, her eyes wide and her hand still on Gwen's dress.

"Arya?" Gwen checked and the girl nodded. The maid instantly dropped down, using her good arm to hold Arya tighter to her as she felt tears well in her eyes. Arya rested her cheek on Gwen's bare shoulder, dirtying her pale skin.

Sansa's hand went over her mouth whilst Brienne smirked softly at the sight before her. She couldn't believe that they had found the final Stark girl. It was all that she had wanted to do before she fought in the battle. She still planned to avenge Renly. She always had vowed to do that.

"Oh, Arya," Gwen continued her sobs. "We thought you lost! We thought that you'd gone..."

"I had to go," Arya said back to her. "I needed to leave."

"I know," Gwen said and she pulled back a moment, her hand resting on Arya' face as the young girl smiled a toothy smile. She still looked so young to Gwen. She didn't look like she had aged as her sister had done.

"Arya," Sansa whispered her name and Arya looked up. Her eyes widened as she saw her sister and took in the black tresses on top of her head. She was still beautiful, there was no denying that, but she had changed. She looked like a woman.

"Sansa," Arya whispered and Gwen stepped back from the girls for a few moments. They began to look at each other, simply staring with confusion before Sansa made the first move. Tears fell down her cheeks as she quickly wrapped her arms around her sister. Arya remained stunned for a moment but accepted the embrace, an odd content feeling pooling in her stomach at seeing her sister once more.

Gwen continued to smile at the sight of the two of them, Brienne watching on as she moved to stand beside the maid.

"Lady Stark's wish has been fulfilled," she declared. "We have the girls. We leave for Westeros in a day."

"Thank the Gods," Gwen whispered in a silent prayer.

"We can only hope Ser Jaime has fulfilled his side of the bargain."

"I have faith in Jaime," Gwen replied as Sansa and Arya pulled apart.

"Are you here to take me home, Gwen?" Arya was the one to ask. Her words pulled at Gwen's heartstrings and she nodded, offering Arya her hand. The young girl wrapped her fingers into Gwen's hand and the maid continued to softly smile;

"We're here to take you home."

...

"You need a maester."

"I'm not leaving."

"Ser, if you die then you are no use to anyone."

"Do you forget who you are speaking to?"

"I know full well, Ser. I also know that Lady Gwen will kill us if you didn't make it through this injury."

"I suppose I will just have to make it through then."

Jaime had been arguing with Peck for an entire ten minutes. The young squire had finally found Jaime on the ground, blood pouring from his body. Peck had removed his cloak, draping it around Jaime's leg and tightening it to stop the blood from pooling out around him. Jaime had continued to moan and groan; the pain too much for him to comprehend. He had stood, Peck holding him up and helping him to move.

"We can leave Ser Payne here to wait for them with the money," Peck said to Jaime who shook his head in response.

"No," Jaime said back to him. "If Arya or Sansa see him then they will go mad. He was the one who beheaded their father. I doubt they would want to see him. I need to wait for Gwen. I need to make sure she comes back safely."

"And if you wait here without medical supplies then you are a dead man," Peck honestly told him. "You need a maester. Harrenhal is not far. A day's ride. You need to go."

"I need her," Jaime snapped back as Peck shook his head, refusing to walk any further with Jaime's weight.

"And you won't see her if you don't do this," Peck warned him. "Don't be foolish. Do you think she would willingly let us live if she knew we didn't force you to go?" Peck wondered from Jaime. The knight remained silent for a moment and realised that his squire was right. It pained him to admit it. But it pained him more to think of dying before Gwen could see him again.

"Payne is to go back to Kings Landing," Jaime declared. "You are to come with me to Harrenhal. The others shall wait here with the money and make sure that Gwen is released."

"Yes, Ser Jaime," Peck agreed with him. They saw the horse which Peck had and he helped Jaime to climb onto it, the knight groaning out loud as he moved his injured leg. The rest of the posse were inside a ruined tavern, talking amongst themselves about what would happen to them once Gwen returned back to Jaime.

"And tell them that if any of them end up with Gwen's blood on their hands, then I shall see to it personally that their deaths are slow and painful."

"Yes, Ser Jaime," Peck said again and he rushed inside of the tavern. Jaime remained where he was, his teeth ground together at the pain in his leg. He knew the sword had travelled straight through his skin, piercing anything that came into sight. Removing it had hurt even more, but it had to be done.

Jaime had called out for Peck for ages, willing for the squire to be useful for once. He had finally come after worrying where Jaime had gotten to after seeing to it that they had found a safe place to hide out in. It was then when Jaime had begun arguing with Peck about what was going to happen to him.

Peck soon returned with the entire congregation following him, watching as Jaime allowed his horse to move slowly and Peck found his own horse. None of them said anything to the man who had been with them for months on end. Jaime did not look back as he closed his eyes, willing for himself to hold on so that he could see her again.

He had to.

...

"Jaime Lannister?" Arya snapped as soon as Sansa had blurted out who it was that Gwen had fallen in love with. Gwen ground her teeth and threw an annoyed look at Sansa. The black haired girl shrugged nonchalantly as the three of them sat on a bed later that evening, all huddled together and talking of what had happened.

"Yes, Jaime Lannister," Gwen agreed and Arya's mouth dropped open. She moved to sit on her knees, rocking back on her heels. She said nothing for a moment as Gwen sighed softly and ruffled Arya's shaggy hair.

"He fucked his sister!"

"Arya!" Sansa exclaimed. Gwen winced at the memory of what Jaime had done but she said nothing for a moment, thinking of how she could persuade Arya that Jaime had changed.

"We've been through a lot," Gwen whispered. "He's changed, Lady Arya. You need to know that."

"How?" Arya snapped out. "He's bad, Gwen."

The maid took a deep breath and began to retell the same story which she had told Sansa before. She said nothing of how he had pushed Bran from a window. She didn't have it in her heart to harm the girls anymore. She didn't have it in her heart to go through anymore arguments. She knew it would take time for them to accept Jaime. She knew it would take time for them to even contemplate Gwen being able to love him. But she did love him. She loved him with all of her heart.

"I still don't like him," Arya jutted her chin out. Sansa rolled her eyes at her younger sister, settling her back against the pillows which rested against the wall.

"He's changed, Arya," Sansa protested. "And when Gwen goes back then she is to become Lady of Casterly Rock-"

"-What?" Arya spat out, disbelief in her voice as she did so. Gwen shook her head back and forth, denying what Sansa had said.

"Nothing has been said," Gwen spoke, shooting Sansa a narrow glare. "I've been focused on bringing you two home. You both come first to me. You always have done and you always will do. Trust me."

"And what happens when we go home?" Arya wondered, playing with the sleeve of her long white nightgown which she had changed into. Gwen inhaled sharply, shrugging her shoulders quickly before looking at the faces of the two confused girls.

"We stick together," Gwen promised them. "We cannot go back to Winterfell."

"I heard of the Bolton bastard," Arya said. "He married someone pretending to be me."

"He did," Gwen confirmed for her. "That is why we need to stay hidden and somewhere quiet. There are plenty of villages to hide in. I could find work there and no one would know who you are."

"But what about Ser Jaime?" Sansa wondered. "He is a knight."

"And a Lannister," Arya shot back. "I want his sister dead for what she did. I hate the Lannisters. I hate all of them."

"And so does Jaime," Gwen assured her, sensing how Arya was becoming wound up about everything. "You will see for yourself, Arya. Jaime is not who he was. But...if we were to take refuge at Casterly Rock then it may not be safe. You'd always be at risk of someone knowing who you are. I cannot put your lives in danger anymore."

"No one would know," Sansa said. "I lived with Lord Baelish and no one knew."

"Littlefinger?" Arya checked. "Why would you be with him?"

Sansa began to tell her sister the tale of how she had married Tyrion Lannister and how Joffrey had been poisoned. The young girl had rejoiced at Joffrey's death and Gwen had looked at her, sensing a change in Arya which she had not seen before.

"Why did you sail here, Arya?" Gwen wondered and the brunette held her tongue for a moment, wondering if she should tell Gwen what she was supposed to be doing. She was supposed to be with the Kindly Man at the moment in time, talking of her first mission. But she had disobeyed her orders. She was going back with Gwen and Sansa regardless of anything.

But she didn't want Gwen to be disappointed in her. She didn't want to see the look of disgust on Gwen's face if she told her that she was looking for the man she was supposed to kill.

"I took a boat away from Westeros when the Hound was left to die. I didn't know what else to do," Arya admitted. "I came where I thought it to be safe."

"You're safe now," Gwen promised her and pressed her lips on top of Arya's head, tenderly kissing her before letting her go.

Arya knew that she wasn't safe. She wouldn't be safe until she left Braavos. She was pulling out of her promise. She would not kill the captain. She didn't want to. What she wanted was to go home.

"Now, try and get some sleep," Gwen urged the pair of them. "We have a long day tomorrow."

"Yes, Gwen," the girls said in unison. The maid watched as they pushed their bodies into their own beds and Gwen took a deep breath, willing for Jaime to have the money when they reached the Saltpans once more.

...

Jaime supposed he had been lucky that Hoat's men had not been in Harrenhal when he reached the haunted castle. His father had taken control over the place and gifted it to Lord Baelish who was nowhere to be seen. Jaime had made it to a room, looking down the dark and damp corridors which had housed him once before.

Peck had stayed with him, watching as a maester tended to his wound, telling him that only rest would make him strong and determine his future. Jaime had protested, continuing to yell about how he needed to go back to the Saltpans. He needed to go back and find Gwen. Peck had shut him up, telling him to go to sleep before he did something he regretted. Jaime had looked at his squire in shock as the young boy sat in the seat beside his bed.

"Gwen will come to you when she returns," Peck said. "You need to rest and think of her."

"She cannot come back here," Jaime croaked out, weak from the journey they had taken and his loss of blood. His leg still ached, but he had simply been thankful that it had not needed to have been cut from his body. He couldn't lose anymore limbs.

"Why not?" Peck wondered from Jaime.

"Because there is nothing but bad memories," Jaime replied and he looked around the dark room before turning his attention to the fire which blazed from the wood. "It's here where she told me...she told me she was falling for me..."

Peck said nothing, watching as Jaime opened up to him. It was a rare thing to see Jaime Lannister spilling his secrets to him. It was a rare thing indeed. Jaime had always been a reserved man, keeping his opinions to himself and refusing to speak truly of Gwen.

"And I left her. I rode off and I left her here," Jaime whispered. "I planned to come back for her. I knew I would. But...I left...I should never have gone and left her to Hoat...left her to his mercy...I knew I was too late when I came back for her. Seeing her at his mercy...yelling and groaning at what he was doing to her...I've never felt so ill before."

"She was raped?" Peck checked and Jaime nodded.

"Multiple times," Jaime admitted. "She allows me to hold her...but...she's scared of being intimate with me...she worries that she'll disappoint me because she's barren."

"But you love her?" Peck checked and Jaime said nothing.

The knight looked to the ceiling, saliva pooling in his mouth before he moved his head up and down in agreement, closing his green orbs for a moment as pain shot through his body from his leg at his sudden movement.

"Then you need to be strong for her," Peck said. "It sounds like she's been through a lot. But she does need you like you need her."

"But..." Jaime trailed off, the inevitable thought of being unable to hang on for life running through his mind. He knew it was possible. He was weak and his body was falling into a fever due to infection from the poorly dressed wound. He would do his best, for his best was all that he could do.

"You tell her," Jaime drawled. "If I don't make it through this then you tell her that I do...I do love her..." Jaime continued to splutter out. Peck shook his head, refusing to think of Jaime dying like this.

"No," Peck spat back, leaning forwards in his chair. "You tell her. You'll make it through this."

"Listen to me," Jaime spat, trying to sit up as his body began to warm and he felt his head begin to spin. "You need to tell her. She has to know. Gwen has to know that I love her...and I'm sorry...for everything I've done..."

"Ser Jaime," Peck spoke and he stood up, seeing Jaime in visible pain as he ushered him to lie back down. "I'll tell her."

"Promise," Jaime demanded in a raspy voice.

"By the Old Gods and the New Gods," he said and Peck looked over his face as Jaime closed his eyes. "Get some rest, my Lord. You'll need it if Gwen is to come back and see you."

Jaime said nothing, his head hitting the pillow beneath him as he tried to stay awake for as long as possible, willing sleep not take over from him. He feared that he would not open his eyes again if he closed them. And he needed to see her. He needed to live for her. Sleep finally claimed him as Peck continued to sit and watch, unable to do anything else.

...

The voyage back to the Saltpans had been one of nerves for Gwen. The captain had continuously leered at Gwen for the entire journey, telling her that her pretty knight best be at the port. She had snapped back, telling him to leave her be until they saw the result at the Saltpans. She'd spent most of her time locked in her cabin and hidden away with Sansa and Arya. Arya had occasionally taken to sparring with Brienne, the knight teaching her how to fight.

Sansa had read and continued to tell Gwen how Jaime would be there waiting for her. Gwen had smiled and agreed, only feeling real fear when the morning they docked came into view. She stood on the side of the ship, her hands on the wooden railing as she looked at the port and for any sign of Jaime. The boat finally docked and the captain took hold of Gwen's wrist, dragging her down to shore.

"Let her go!" Arya was the one to snap at the captain as his men all lined up alongside the railing, looking onto the port for their mysterious treasure.

"She'll be fine as long as Golden Boy is here," he promised the young girl who had Sansa holding her shoulder and stopping her from doing anything.

Gwen finally reached solid ground, looking around with longing for Jaime to reveal himself. She held her breath for a while; no sign of him whatsoever and she wondered if this was it. There was no one around and all was quiet.

"Well," the man spoke simply. "I don't see your precious Kingslayer anywhere."

"He will be," Brienne said. "I ask for time to look and find him."

"You have until I decide to blow the horn," the captain sneered. "After that you come back with or without him. Only then shall we see what happens."

Brienne took off with Arya on her heels. Sansa stood beside Gwen who was still in the captain's grip as they waited patiently. Gwen could feel her blood run cold as time slowly ticked by and the men became more impatient.

"Wait," Gwen whispered to him as he began to tap his foot against the floor. "He will be here. They will be here."

"It's not looking promising," he whispered in her ear.

"He will be," Gwen said, her voice full of determination before they heard yells come from the stairs leading away from the port.

"Wait!" Arya yelled out loud, jumping up and down. "It's here! The money is here!"

Gwen felt a sigh of relief as she saw the familiar sight of Jaime's squires and Pia moved into view, two trunks in their hands. And then Gwen felt her pulse race. There was no sign of Jaime.

"Where is he?" Gwen asked as soon as they dropped the trunks in front of the captain.

"How much?"

"Enough," Brienne declared. "Now let her go."

"With pleasure," the captain spoke and pushed Gwen from his grip. The maid stumbled forward as Sansa rushed to her side along with Arya, keeping her upright as they looked around. The captain ordered for his money to be taken on board whilst Gwen looked at the squires in front of her.

"Where's Jaime?"

"Gwen," Pia sighed, placing her hand over her mouth. "He's been injured. Peck has taken him to Harrenhal."

"What?" Gwen whispered, unable to believe what she was hearing. "When? How?"

"Beren," Pia declared. "He found him and stabbed him through the leg. He lost a lot of blood. Peck sent a raven saying that he's in a fever. They...the maester..."

"Tell me!" Gwen snapped. She feared the worst. No one wanted to tell her anything and that always meant the worst. It had done when Lady Stark had told her that her own mother had died. She had lost her so cruelly. She had lost a lot in the recent years. Her maidenhead. Sansa and Arya. Lady Stark. She had only begun to get her life back on track. She couldn't lost Jaime. She loved him more than she thought possible. She needed him.

"They don't know if he will make it," Pia declared and Gwen felt her vision cloud for a moment as she faltered. Arya held onto her hand whilst Sansa wrapped her delicate arm around her waist.

"No...he has to..." Gwen spoke. "He has to...he can't..."

"There are two horses left," Pia said. "Take one and go to Harrenhal. We will find our own way on the cart."

"We'll come with you," Brienne declared, looking to Sansa and Arya for confirmation. Sansa nodded without any sign of hesitance whilst Arya waited for a moment. She looked up to Gwen's pained face before she nodded in agreement. She hated Jaime Lannister for everything which he had done.

But she loved Gwen.

And if Gwen loved Jaime then she would keep Gwen safe from him if he hadn't changed.

"Come along," Brienne spoke quickly and they were led to the horses, Gwen constantly praying that Jaime would be safe and wait for her.

...

A/N: so, for the ending I have gone with the majority. It seemed sensible if it is what you guys want. Anyway, I do hope you will let me know what you think so far, pretty please?